A father and son engrossed in conversation on their way home realize their scooter has jumped a signal. They pull over and see that there isn’t a traffic cop around, and befuddle the first one they catch by owning up to their mistake and paying the fine.
Vidhu Vinod Chopra has been making a lot of movies that make you feel good. Even though 3 Idiots sucked (mainly because of Aamir Khan and Kareena Kapoor), Chopra has done a very good thing by retaining an actor from that movie. Sharman Joshi is an artist worthy of many plum roles, and excels in his first big-budget movie as the ‘hero’. So the budget may not really be big, but things seem large-scale because Chopra’s the producer, and they feel very good. Ferrari Ki Sawaari is not so much about cricket or cars as it is about a family of Parsee men learning about each other as the dynamics change with progress in the story.
A boy who loves cricket and can wield magic with his bat gets a chance to undergo training at Lord’s, England. His supportive dad, a hero to the lad, doesn’t have the money to send his son, and gets busy trying to arrange for the sum. The grandfather is bitter and cynical, and very pessimistic about his grandson’s passion. Turns out that they all have been involved with cricket at some point.
Sharman Joshi, who plays the father, must get his hands on Sachin Tendulkar’s Ferrari for just a few hours, because that’s the only way he’ll get the kind of cash he needs. The car is to be decorated for the wedding of a corrupt smalltime politician’s brat of a son. Boman Irani, as the grouchy granddad, is in a meaty role after ages, and it’s a delight to watch Paresh Rawal act – when he’s really acting – in a special appearance. The kid’s good, too. But I want to know who the guy playing the stone-faced politico is, because he’s funny as hell.
Ferrari Ki Sawaari has too many light as well as sad moments. While it’s a relief that there’s no rona-dhona over the dead and no scenes of the father’s work routine or the son’s school life, the movie goes overboard showing the family’s hardships (lack of money), and coupled with all the sweetness, it gets a bit demanding.
If you were thinking of going for pretentious crap like Shanghai and licking Dibakar Banerjee’s balls, please change your mind and go for Ferrari Ki Sawaari instead. If you’re wondering why there is no item-number pic of Vidya Balan in this review, it’s because we don’t do fat chicks.